Finished Folds (1—4)
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2touch the woman with disgust or harm. He caressed her side feeling the softness of the velvet-draped over her waist. Her trembling lips muttered
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3,just like what grandmother made. The smell of dripping coacoa set Moodie in a stir, a taste shouldn't, couldn't hurt.
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5"Death is just a hobby" and "Lovers of Furreal Friends"
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5And with a single cry, she fell. Clutching her books to her heart. A night, a day, a year to be forgotten by time.